i rammed it into her female anatomy and felt nothing

[Mittelwerk at aol.com]

i mean, pussies are just so metaphorical, don't you think?  and where they
shift their phorical over to is, yes, cocks!  very good, dear, let's continue
this discussion in my study, where the candlelight is just right, and the
Vicodin is already dissolved in the Porto, yes. . . .no?

the thing about you broads is that you don't really know what your pussy
looks like, much less what it means . . . to a red-blooded Amercian libidinal
wretch.  I mean, how many of you (except for dykes--who tend to go overbroad)
have ever taken a really good peek at the actual object, er, commodity, er,
use-value, er, gold-dusted honey muffin, itself.  i mean, gone really inside,
to Xanadu, El Dorado, a Ford dealership next to a Dairy Queen just down the
road from a phony vortex.  Well?  Do you how the thing tastes, feels, could
you compare it to another . . . I mean, even Garrison Keilor knows this shit,
fr'chrissakes--and you don't.  

Look, I don't even want to get this harsh, but you rebuffed me and so brought
it down upon yourself--but:  do you really know why the Rocket flies?

Allright, allright, relax, calm down, and remember:
The stomach governs the downbearing of the turbid!